Ahmed Tamzid

Murderers, thieves, and psychopaths populate this area. This dirty downtown is always a muddy mess. Yet it doesn't disguise the evil like the upper-class neighborhoods, always dark and foggy out here. From my window, I could see the city lights in the distance; I can perceive what's going on in those big bright, soaring apartment buildings. They're busy making  memories, the friends, the fun, the nightlong gatherings, the long chattering, all seemingly pleasant yet superficial. By - Silent Art A memory is what they live for, you either struggle to make it or die to relive it. Once gone, they endlessly toil for an inevitably futile outcome, trying to grasp a moment in time which has already surrendered to the laws of eternity. I, with millions of sweetly fragrant fragments from the past,lay here motionless. But this is not something I should dwell upon.  The sky is clouded red; a big storm is going to sweep this place soon, lights went out already. I guess it’s time for some...

This city is not known to me. A week or two has it been since I arrived. Ships dock here from all the cities, bringing spice and tea. The people are perhaps like me, wandering through the almost shoreless oceans. They go out in the morning, come back home late, colorful yet quiet, at least with me. ''Lost In Between'' By - Alena Aenami I go out alone, listen to their stories, at coffee houses they like to chat it out, their selfish lives, and the same old stories of loss and gain, hear I sipping slowly. But I too had tales to tell, once. I don't own much, to be honest, this tiny little room, old button phone and this trusted large desktop pc. Life is better now, I have everything I need and a lot less to lose. They don’t know what I do, they don’t ask me about it either. I savor the solitude. I get to be in the crowd, nameless as I am.  I pay the bill, pack my things, and head home. Sun is setting while the sea can be heard in the distance. It will be long night of ...

They’ve gathered here in the carnival of the deceased with the body. A small group of men walking in silence are here to bury the dead.  After the long and tiring journey, the vehicle finally is coming to rest. All the allotted fuel are consumed, engines are broken with rust and dust the vehicle must go down at last. Men dig up the earth fast. The journey has ended, the time for vehicle is over, the tired traveler has come out.  A new journey begins, it was my vehicle is gone and will arrive just as it did at the beginning, till then I must walk on the feet and cross treacherous mountains and perilous seas. I have tried and tried to fix this garment but from this day it’s over. I wished to wear it forever, now I am standing here, naked, undeceived. For years have I worn it and for years i adorned it, and at last it’s time to part. You gifted me this gift and You took it away, after all it was all yours and it was not mine. And Your will is my reality and to You is my return....